My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’m infatuated with her. Utterly infatuated. And it wasn’t at a healthy level. It was the 3rd time in a month that I’d logged onto her social media accounts to see if she was talking with anyone. It didn’t help her case that she gave me her passwords willingly. It didn’t help her case that she was drop dead gorgeous. It didn’t help her case that she was the nicest, funniest, brightest girl I’d ever met. It didn’t help that all the boys loved her, and the girls loved to hate her. I was obsessed with her, and I wanted to make sure she was loyal. Of course… she was loyal. I knew that. And I knew there was no reason for me to be doing this. But I couldn’t help myself. I had to be certain that she wasn’t fooling around behind my back. I had to know that I was the only man in her life, and that she was the only woman in mine. So, I logged in to her Facebook. I saw that the last time she was online was only about two hours ago… and I knew that she was sleeping. I felt a spike of guilt, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. I had to know, and I had to be sure. I saw her chat window was open, and my heart immediately sank. Who was she talking with? I good friend of mine, I figured. There was no reason to immediately assume the worst, and I knew that. Still, my hands were shaking as I clicked on the chat. *Hey. You up?* It was my friend Josh. He was a good friend of ours, and we had all met in gymnastics class. Josh was a good kid, and he was one of Emily’s friends too. Still, I felt a knot in my stomach as I kept reading. *Yeah. Just bored.* why the fuck are you online at 3am?? I can’t sleep. Maybe we can play futoshita together. Ne? We just played that last night. And? Wow. Ok. It’s 3am. Maybe we can play futoshita together. Ne? Josh… I’m not in the mood. And I thought you were dating Sarah. What the fuck does that have to do with anything? How about everything?? Look, Sarah’s my girlfriend, but she’s not my type. And you know that. Why are you being like this? You know that?? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?? It means that I know you find me attractive. Just like I find you attractive. And when we’re together, there’s always something there. Always. That’s not true. But it is. I remember the way you looked at me in class. You never looked at me like I was just a friend… Do you remember when we had that discrete little buck grin going on? And the eye contact? I don’t remember that. Why are you bringing it up? And what’s your type? Why am I your type? You’re my type because your face is structured in a way that makes my dick hard. And I would love to fuck you. That’s not nice. So sorry. I just wanted to be honest. And I don’t understand why you’re being so defensive. I’m not being defensive. I’m just surprised. I had no idea. Maybe we can talk about this in the morning…. Or during the day. I’m going to sleep. *Emily was offline.* I stared blankly at the computer. Em would never do that, I thought. She would never think about another man like that. She loved me. And even if she didn’t… she would never do that behind my back. There was only one way to be sure… I got out of bed and gently shook Emily until she woke up. “What’s up?” She groggily asked. “Hey… can I ask you something?” “Yeah… of course. What is it?” “When you’re my girlfriend… are you my girlfriend all the time… or just when we’re together?” “What do you mean?” She asked, now more awake. She was looking at me in confusion. “I mean… if you’re going out with your friends, or if you’re at work, or if you’re just out doing errands… are you still my girlfriend during all of those times?" “Yes. But what made you think of that question?” I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t want to tell her the truth… and I knew I had to come up with a reason. “I don’t know. I just had a weird dream about you. That’s all.” I said. She looked at me suspiciously. “What about?" “I don’t know. It just made me think of that question.” I replied. We had been dating for almost 4 years. She knew when I was lying. But she didn’t seem to care. She turned over and fell back to sleep. I knew that I had hurt her. But I still had to know the truth. I logged back into her Facebook account. I messaged Josh. *Hey. You up?* *Yeah. You? Why are you online at 3am?? ?* *Why the hell does everybody keep asking me that??* Maybe we can play futoshita together. Ne? I had no idea what futoshita was, but my instinct was telling me that it wasn’t good. futoshita? yeah. Like I said. Do you want to play futoshita? Yeah. But I don’t know what that is. so look it up. You look it up. Obviously you know what it is. you know exactly what futoshita is. Yeah. I do. And now I’m going to go look it up just to make sure that’s what I think it means. So if you want to play, text me on my number. Otherwise, I’m going to sleep. Josh, I’m not going to text you my number. I’m going to text you in a bit. I logged off of Emily’s account and looked up futoshita. It was a Japanese game played between two people. The goal was to have sex on your knees on the edge of a desk while your partner was standing up and having sex with you. The twist was that you couldn’t help guide your partner’s penis into your vagina. The only way you could communicate with your partner was by grunting and groaning during different speeds and pressures. Holy shit. Emily was going to play that game with Josh?? And she wasn’t going to tell me? I texted her to make sure. *Hey. I couldn’t sleep. So I’m going to play futoshita with Josh. Love you. See you in the morning.* We always slept at my parent’s house. Just because it was so big and nice. Plus, my parents were always out of town on business, so it felt like our own house. She was staying there tonight, and she texted me back almost immediately. *I’m sleeping. Stop texting me. I love you.* Holy shit. She was going to cheat on me. She was actually going to cheat on me. I didn’t know what to do. I was so fucking angry that I was going to explode, but at the same time, I felt so heartbroken. I didn’t know what to do. I knew that I had to confront them… but I didn’t know how. That’s when the idea hit me. I knew exactly what to do. The next morning, I woke up early. I drove to the store and bought some new furniture. But not just any new furniture. A large desk for my room. When Emily woke up, I told her that we needed to talk. She looked at me concerned. “What’s up?” “When you’re my girlfriend… are you my girlfriend all the time… or just when we’re together?” “I’m your girlfriend all the time honey. But what made you ask me that question again?” I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t want to tell her the truth… and I knew I had to come up with a reason. “I don’t know. I just had a weird dream about you. That’s all.” I said. She looked at me suspiciously. “What about?” I coughed. “You were cheating on me.” I replied. She turned away from me. “I’m going to go get some coffee.” She said. I could tell she was hurt. I knew that I had hurt her. She knew that I had been looking through her Facebook. But when she came back, she acted like nothing had ever happened. We talked about school, and I helped her get ready for work. It might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that I saw something in her eye. Something that looked like guilt. But I knew that wasn’t true. I was just seeing things. I was just being paranoid. I was just being… … jealous. Corporeally, cognitively, emotionally, historically, ontogenically, and spiritually, I knew that she would never cheat on me. She loved me more than she loved herself. I knew that. But why did I keep having these suspicions?? I felt like I was going crazy. Then, I got a text from her. *I love you more than you love yourself.* She knew exactly what I was thinking. And she wanted to let me know that she loved me with

My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

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